[Intro]
Doo, doo doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Yeah
I wanna fly like an eagle
Into the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly, fly straight into the future
Alright Chicago
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my what?
[Verse]
Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin' gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low
Red eye flights, Off-White head to toe though
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo, I'm riding solo
I kill 'em all call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' bitch tryna ride my wave
Lil' bitch get your own shit
Lil' bitch I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' bitch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old shit
Pull up, pull up in the vert, goin skrt
I pick up your bitch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature
Boy you broke you can't afford a verse
Bitch I look like
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
In my right, and a bottle in my ayy
[Verse 2]
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that shit up
Blowin' smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't fuck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima, I had to cop me some Bape
I skrrt off in that beamer and I take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin', I tell 'em I'm feeling great
Rainbow road switchin' lanes
In that opalescent paint
Rockin' Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin', she bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
What?
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
[Outro]
Ah yeah, yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Thank you
How we feelin'?
Doo, doo doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Yeah
I wanna fly like an eagle
Into the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly, fly straight into the future
Alright Chicago
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my what?
[Verse]
Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin' gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low
Red eye flights, Off-White head to toe though
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo, I'm riding solo
I kill 'em all call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' bitch tryna ride my wave
Lil' bitch get your own shit
Lil' bitch I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' bitch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old shit
Pull up, pull up in the vert, goin skrt
I pick up your bitch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature
Boy you broke you can't afford a verse
Bitch I look like
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
In my right, and a bottle in my ayy
[Verse 2]
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that shit up
Blowin' smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't fuck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima, I had to cop me some Bape
I skrrt off in that beamer and I take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin', I tell 'em I'm feeling great
Rainbow road switchin' lanes
In that opalescent paint
Rockin' Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin', she bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
What?
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding
Bitch it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
[Outro]
Ah yeah, yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Thank you
How we feelin'?
( Oliver Francis )
www.ChordsAZ.com